10 Brave Novels & Stories

"Because you can be both. Scared and brave at the same time. Being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid. It means you're afraid but you do the right thing anyway." Nova thought about that. "So we're all going to be scared and brave together?" "Exactly." They climbed onto our laps. All four of us sitting on the bedroom floor. "Will it be over soon?" Rowan asked. "I hope so, buddy. I really hope so." "And then the bad people will be gone forever?" "Forever." "Okay. Then we'll be brave." My heart broke and swelled at the same time. These kids. Our kids. So young. But so strong.

Alfred asked Alex shook her head "it's telling you am scared, I can't do this, but you still go ahead and do it, you know why?" Alfred asked, "no dad" Alex replied, "you do it because that's what you've got to do because you are you, a warrior and a fighter, one who won't let anyone define her, that sweetheart is what true bravery is." Alfred said.

"I just did what I had to do." "That's what makes it legendary. You didn't try to be a hero. You just kept surviving. Kept fighting. Kept choosing love over fear." He takes my hand. "That's why people are staring. Not because you're different. Because you're proof that anyone can do impossible things if they're brave enough." "I wasn't brave. I was terrified." "Same thing sometimes." He squeezes my hand. "Bravery isn't not being scared. It's being scared and doing it anyway."

“You were so brave. So, so brave.” “But they took Ben,” he whispers, his eyes wide and wet. “He was yelling real loud, and I got so scared. I wanted to help, but… but I didn’t. I just hid. I wasn’t brave, Mommy. I was scared and I didn’t do anything.”

The boys nodded frantically, not daring to say a word, knowing that their father would punish them severely if he heard even the smallest sound of defiance. They remained silent the rest of the night. "Do you think I'm weak?" Her question caught him off guard. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard her ask him such a question. He shifted uncomfortably. "Of course you're not weak." He insisted defensively. "There's no weakness in bravery." He added. She smiled at him happily, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Bravery doesn't mean giving up and letting yourself die instead of fighting. It means overcoming obstacles head on and being willing to

"You must very love him," "Of course! I love everyone too, they are my precious family!" "You're very lucky," "I think so!" "Then, who's next? is that all?" Next up is Richard, the youngest son who is naughty and very brave. We call him a figure who has no fear. He fights wild dogs, catches wild boars alone, challenges Randall to wrestle just to find out how strong he is and fighting with Vincent. I'm so sorry for the wound on your arm because of the arrow, if you don't dodge, it can be very dangerous!"

"I am so proud of you. So impossibly proud." She did not respond. Just stood at window. Shaking. Breathing. Existing in space between launching and what comes next. Behind her, her phone started buzzing. Messages. Emails. Responses already coming. World responding. People seeing. Everything beginning. Hope did not look. Did not move. Just stood at window. Thirteen years old. Carrying weight of millions. Choosing to carry it anyway. Choosing to try anyway. Choosing to— Be. Fully. Completely. Vulnerably. That was the bravest thing I had ever seen. Braver than fighting Marcus. Braver than destroying Consortium. Braver than anything.

Nahlela When Timi pitched me his ridiculous proposal or business arrangement or whatsoever at Chambo Masters, I got so angry and left. As I was stepping outside, a bike was just from dropping someone there so I took the bike and went home. When I heard a knock on the door, I thought it was one of my neighbours, so I opened the door without asking who it was. I was about slamming the door in his face but he blocked it with foot and then he let himself in. I wanted to unleash all my anger on him, I wanted to hit him, bite him, strangle and do anything and everything possible to inflict pain on him but I was normally not a violent person and most unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength t

In order to survive upcoming events bravery was the key, not cowardness. In order to boost the spirit of his team, the king spoke, "Is something bothering my brave Eagles?" Shoulders which were slumped till now, straightened a bit hearing the adverb brave. One of the ministers broke the news shakily that king Atticus wasn't dead because their plan backfired. There was a sharp intake of breath by the king listening to such a disheartening news but in order to not put down his team's self moral, he didn't scold anyone. He knew very well that this is a time when they need encouragement to believe in themselves.

“Whatever you fear, I’ll take care of it. You just need to be brave enough to move forward.” Lena’s eyes were filled with him—with this man whose face, in her eyes, was the most beautiful in the world. Even when she had once liked Nate, in terms of looks, Aaron had always come first. Snowflakes landed on his brows, his nose, and his lips, melting into droplets that shimmered under the streetlights like tiny diamonds. His words still echoed in her ears. Be brave. How brave was brave enough? Her gaze lingered on his lips.